Malakai's eyes locked onto the elf, his mind racing with strategy. He could feel the Mana coursing through his veins, urging him to unleash his icy fury. With a swift motion, he prepared to stab his paws into the ground, summoning the ice spikes that would give him the upper hand.
But before he could even twitch a muscle, two arrows shot towards him like lightning, their tips glinting in the dim light of the arena. Malakai's instincts kicked in, and he twisted his body with a sudden jerk, breaking the Mana gathering and sending his paws swiping wildly through the air.
The crowd held its collective breath as Malakai dodged the arrows by a hair's breadth. One of them grazed his side, leaving a bloody gash that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The air was heavy with tension, the scent of blood and sweat hanging over the arena like a challenge.
